"The same kind of science," she clarifies.

"Yeah I guess if you could controllably repeat the phenomenon you could test it on hamsters or something but how are you going to tell where they wound up?"

"I am not yet privy to the considerations of this new technology.  I expect to be able to learn more in time."

"Is it -" Yawn. "Your guys who are working on it or somebody else or are we talking, like, five assorted state and nonstate actors are - are racing."

"A race which the Canadian government has just won."

"Oh cool then you can just like drop me off at the halls of... Parliament..." Yawn.

"Haru?"

"Thaaaaat's my name."

- She grips his shoulder and shakes it a little.

Nope he's out now.

When he wakes up, it's slowly, and he's alone in the car.  He's been moved to the back seat.

There's something fabricish and structured blocking the windows, and a few objects next to him on the seat.  A bottle of water, some unrecognizable snack packets that are neither Cheetos nor Cheez-its but maybe something between them, a watch with a timer ticking up from 22:47 in seconds.  There's also a blanket wrapped around his feet in addition to the one he was shawled in previously.

"I'M AWAKE! I'M AWAKE COME BACK PLEASE HELP I'M AWAKE PLEASE PLEASE -"

This has no effects discernable to Haru.

Well, he'll give up eventually.

At 48:14 on the watch, the car unlocks itself, and a few moments later Svetka tears the door open.  She sees he's awake - "I am so sorry - I hope this will help - get in."

And a figure scrambles/is pushed into the backseat next to Haru and clutches his hand.

Haru bursts into tears and lurches as far in the direction of the Existent Person as his present captivity situation will allow.

Existent Person lets himself get lurched on and also gets kind of sniffly.

Svetka clears the objects out from underneath him and the screens from the back windows.  "Come on, we've got to move - let's get you buckled -"

- Existent Person is clearly prioritizing cooperating with Svetka over glomming onto Haru.  Including when she snaps some cuffs around his wrists.

Though once she leaves him to get the rest of the car in order and start peeling out of the parking garage, he snuggles back up.  (Well, as best he can with all the abrupt shifts in momentum.)

Haru catches his breath as best he can even in the brief gaps of the guiding.

"Hi, Haru."

"Hi. You must be Martin or possibly some non-Martin guy who is aliased that way?"

"His name is Julien," Svetka projects from the front as she drifts the car around a corner.

"Hi Julien. Sorry I'm such a mess. I bet I'm a lot more put together in five years or whatever."